A Dark Glass

Now we see through a tarnished mirror

Then we will see your beloved face.

Now we see in tantalising part

Then we will know you as you know us.

Now we see through tarnished mirror.

Dark glass spotted and rimmed

reflects divine face undimmed.

Then we will see your beloved face

no longer blurred by earthly tears

or distorted by our doubts and fears.

Now we see in tantalising part

dotted lines, misty ladders to the sky

caterpillars cocooning in faith to fly.

Then we will know you as you know us

deep, tender, pure, complete, delight

no longer straining for full sight

transformed by your eternal light.

Based on 1 Cor 13:12

Jeanette O’Hagan © 26 February 2014

Don’t Compare

Be sure to do what you should

for then you will feel satisfied

having done your work well

not having to compare yourself.

For then you will feel satisfied

knowing you have done your best

not trying to get away with any less.

Having done your work well

loving God who is love and light

and loving others in all delight.

Not having to compare yourself

with others young or old, big or small

knowing He loves you what’ver your score.

From Galatians 6:4

Jeanette O’Hagan c 7 February 2014

Then along came The Month of Poetry (MoP) . The challenge of MoP is to write one poem a day in the month of January. I was a little tempted – but really, one poem a day! But my friends Michelle and Nola said, “Go on, you can do it.” So I signed up. And I have had an absolute ball – both writing poetry, learning new forms, reading my fellow MoPettes poems, and receiving feedback.

I’m planning on signing up next January.

All of this is a long winded way to say – I am going to have to confess to being a poet. Maybe not an accomplished one, or a brilliant one – but a poet nonetheless.

I want to say a big thank you to Kat Apel – moderator and instigator of MoP.  I also want to encourage you, my reader, if you have desire to tinker with poetry, don’t worry whether you have the skill or not – don’t hold back, just let go of the hidden poet.

One of the forms I learned from one of my fellow poets during MoP was the Trimeric invented by Dr Charles A Stone.  It’s a neat little form. I wanted to give it a go – and I was taken by a verse in Isaiah that resonated with me. The result was my first Scriptural Trimeric.

The Good Shepherd

He gently tends his flock
gathering little lambs in his arms
carries them close to his heart
shepherding those who have young.

Gathering little lambs in his arms
holding them tight and secure
our fears he softly calms.

Carries us close to his heart
hammering strong in rhythm of love
only prideful fears can push us apart.

Shepherding we who have young.
Scaling the depths of mother-father love
To his footsteps we have clung.

Based on Isa 40:11 NIV

© Jeanette O’Hagan 16 January 2014